“The rains stopped and the clouds were cleaved into shifting forms, slowly disappearing, slowly fading to blue sky, bright blue sky, with the sun, and the boy stood staring until everything turned white, and the owl flew carrying the boy… — J. Jason Graff Copy Share Image
“She began to feel sacred, scared and the voices came and went and her body became brittle, falling, drying, like cold Annihilation, like blue… — J. Jason Graff Copy Share Image
“For now she is small. For now she still thinks in terms of that little town, her concepts stuck, rigid. Eight days, she thinks.… — J. Jason Graff Copy Share Image
“Mythic dreams floating on a desert wind simultaneously beautiful yet pathetically inconsequential.” — J. Jason Graff Copy Share Image
“The rains stopped and the clouds were cleaved into shifting forms, slowly disappearing, slowly fading to blue sky, bright blue sky, with the sun,… — J. Jason Graff Copy Share Image
